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veiled at my good fortune in being the possessor of
such unparalleled perfection.

With an access of elation I ran back to the house in
a hailstorm. The sun was out again by the time I
was upstairs brushing my hair for luncheon. I got
out my new cap and tried it on before the glass.
Then Miriam bumped into the room with a can of
hot water, and as I hadn't time to snatch it off I stood
there with the strings hanging down, looking, no
doubt, a bit of a fool.

"Oh, sir, you did give me a turn!" she ejaculated,
"I'd hardly have known you in that there jockey-
cap!" She added that I'd be the death of them all
before I'd done.

During luncheon Aunt Evelyn remarked that she
did so hope it wouldn't be wet for the point-to-points.
She had never seen one in her life, but she had
once been to Dumborough Races, which she con-
sidered dangerous. Fortunately for her peace of
mind, she still visualized a point-to-point as a sort of
paper-chase, and I had said nothing to counteract
this notion, although I did not want to minimize the
grandeur of next week's events. Aunt Evelyn's
intense love of horses made Cockbird the object of an
admiration which almost equalled my own. This,
combined with her unshakeable faith in Dixon, gave
her a comfortable feeling that I was quite safe on
Cockbird, But when Miriam, rather tactlessly,
blurted out, "Mr. George hasn't half got a lovely
jockey-cap!" she showed symptoms of alarm.

"Oh, I do hope the jumps won't be very big!"
she exclaimed. To which I replied, somewhat boast-
fully, that I meant to get over them whatever they
might be like.

"I'm going over to walk round the course with